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As she jolted awake in a disheveled manner Joel quickly let go of the woman. He held his hand up in a defenseless way, his palms facing her flat to see he wasn’t there to hurt her. There was confusion racking her face. Trying to sort out reality from dream state. Joel could only make assumptions of what she dreamt of, but given the day’s events he felt he could pinpoint her agony well enough. There was a horrible aching feeling in his chest. Something that cracked open and was spilling all over. Seeping into every fiber of his being. Seeing her shake… the tears that streamed down the face that had become oh so familiar to him. He hated more then anything to see her in pain like this. Not because she showed weakness, but because he could not take it away from her.

Slowly lowering his hands down to rest on his knees he didn’t dare get any closer to her. He had seen firsthand what people could do was fragile like this. Though he knew she may not have the ability to do anything rash he was not going to take any chances. “It alright… you’re alright… it’s me,” he said very carefully, his voice no more than a beat above a whisper. His face had softened to one he had only ever used for his daughter. One that held all the concern in the world, one that said he’d do anything to keep her safe. While emotions like this were not his forte, he wished to do anything in his power to make her stop. She trembled like a frightened animal. The look in her eyes ate away at every hard edge Joel had.

Joel’s hearing hadn’t been too well after his accident, especially while he slept. But he had not been asleep for very long when he heard her stir. His eyes opened quickly and his posture went from slouched and relaxed to straightened and on edge. Concern laced into his features as whimpers were being made from her. He worried she was in immense pain, as though maybe he should have taken her to Jackson for further inspection and treatment. He got a slight sense of relief at the realization that she was still asleep. Something was tormenting her, this was something he had become very familiar with.

Moving to the edge of the chair he sat in he hesitated for a moment. The sounds she was make caused a pained feeling to flood his chest. He hated the sound she made as it physically was beginning to hurt him to hear it. Reaching out he very carefully touched her arm shaking her so gently he feared she would crumble to pieces at his touch. Worry still held it’s place in the creases on his face when she didn’t initially wake up. “Willow…” he called gently to her giving her another slight shake hoping this would wake her.

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Joel’s hearing hadn’t been too well after his accident, especially while he slept. But he had not been asleep for very long when he heard her stir. His eyes opened quickly and his posture went from slouched and relaxed to straightened and on edge. Concern laced into his features as whimpers were being made from her. He worried she was in immense pain, as though maybe he should have taken her to Jackson for further inspection and treatment. He got a slight sense of relief at the realization that she was still asleep. Something was tormenting her, this was something he had become very familiar with.

Moving to the edge of the chair he sat in he hesitated for a moment. The sounds she was make caused a pained feeling to flood his chest. He hated the sound she made as it physically was beginning to hurt him to hear it. Reaching out he very carefully touched her arm shaking her so gently he feared she would crumble to pieces at his touch. Worry still held it’s place in the creases on his face when she didn’t initially wake up. “Willow…” he called gently to her giving her another slight shake hoping this would wake her.

Pushing up the sleeves of his shirt his fore arms exposing, he looked around taking in the cabin. It was rather small, but somewhat perfect for one person such a she. Her personality shown through in the way some of the decorations on the wall were placed or small paintings. Even the little nick nacks placed around the house gave him an idea of what racked the inside of her brain. Joel was not a man to snoop especially given the circumstances. His deep set eyes gazed at her again noticing her quick slip into unconsciousness. He wondered wether he should leave her on the couch or move her to the bed. Given the way she had been handled today he figured he wouldn’t disrupt her by moving.

Walking over to the bed he pulled the quilt from it. Draping it over her curled body he straightened himself up his hands resting on his hips as he looked down at her. The way her lips had parted ever so slightly… the way her face had softened to that of innocence. Blinking hard Joel looked away from her making his way to to the chair beside the couch she now lay on. Sinking into the furniture he unlaced his boots and gently set them under the coffee table. Leaning back against the cushions he found himself unable to keep his eyes off of her. So quiet. He began to wonder things about her as he did most nights only this time he didn’t have to picture her. Resting an arm against the armrest he propped his head in his hand. She would be out for some time and Joel gathered she wouldn’t notice his gaze.

For a few hours his eyes stayed on her, watching the rise and fall of her breath as though if he blinked she would stop breathing. The way the quilt hung over her curved figure, or how she would make the smallest of sounds when moving. He wondered how she’d been able to sleep as heavy as she was, nights for him did not go the same the nightmares would eat away at his sense of safeness. His eyelids grew heavy as he watched her, his mind solely on her. Before to long Joel too was slipping into a mindless state of sleep.

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Pushing up the sleeves of his shirt his fore arms exposing, he looked around taking in the cabin. It was rather small, but somewhat perfect for one person such a she. Her personality shown through in the way some of the decorations on the wall were placed or small paintings. Even the little nick nacks placed around the house gave him an idea of what racked the inside of her brain. Joel was not a man to snoop especially given the circumstances. His deep set eyes gazed at her again noticing her quick slip into unconsciousness. He wondered wether he should leave her on the couch or move her to the bed. Given the way she had been handled today he figured he wouldn’t disrupt her by moving.

Walking over to the bed he pulled the quilt from it. Draping it over her curled body he straightened himself up his hands resting on his hips as he looked down at her. The way her lips had parted ever so slightly… the way her face had softened to that of innocence. Blinking hard Joel looked away from her making his way to to the chair beside the couch she now lay on. Sinking into the furniture he unlaced his boots and gently set them under the coffee table. Leaning back against the cushions he found himself unable to keep his eyes off of her. So quiet. He began to wonder things about her as he did most nights only this time he didn’t have to picture her. Resting an arm against the armrest he propped his head in his hand. She would be out for some time and Joel gathered she wouldn’t notice his gaze.

For a few hours his eyes stayed on her, watching the rise and fall of her breath as though if he blinked she would stop breathing. The way the quilt hung over her curved figure, or how she would make the smallest of sounds when moving. He wondered how she’d been able to sleep as heavy as she was, nights for him did not go the same the nightmares would eat away at his sense of safeness. His eyelids grew heavy as he watched her, his mind solely on her. Before to long Joel too was slipping into a mindless state of sleep.

Joel stood from his place on the ground once she had let go of his wrist. Picking up the kit from the floor he was going to return it. Then her small voiced called for him to stop moving. His eyes were on her again standing above her from her place on the couch. His jaw set tightly as she whispered those words to him. Something in the broken way they came out opened an unrelenting pit in his stomach. It only worsened as she begged for him. His chest grew tight and the saliva he swallowed began to ball in his throat making words unmovable. That solemn stoic look adorned his face as he looked down at her contemplating.

Without answering he turned from her and walked through the cabin to place the kit back in the bathroom’s cabinet. Something was eating Joel from the inside out. For a moment he stay crouched on the ground by the cabinet. Since their first meeting Joel had always had a growing fascination for this woman. She was independent keeping a whole cabin fully functional by herself. She was clever with the way they traded always negotiating in a way that annoyed Joel to no ends. While he knew nothing of this woman outside of the brief interactions they had he could not stop his mind from wandering. So much so he had followed her home from a trade one afternoon, stalking like a shadow. This is when he found her cabin and soon the wood around it would become very familiar to him.

He was infatuated, thoughts of her berating his mind as he lie awake into the early hours of the next morning. This feeling he had for her he had convinced himself was nothing more then an obsession. She was so mysterious and it intrigued him. It was only now that she had asked him to stay that he began to toy with the idea of another feeling coming to surface. This feeling was sacred, something set aside for only a very few pool of people who had long been lost. The ache in his chest at the realization of this feeling weighed heavily. He closed the cabinet and returned to the living space. Looking at her he continued to draw out his silence wondering if staying would cross a boundary he had spent so much time putting up for himself.

Exhaling deeply through his nose he nodded quickly beginning to remove his heavy winter coat. “Alright… I’ll stay. Only for the night.” he moved to the kitchen table resting the jacket on the back of the chair.

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Joel stood from his place on the ground once she had let go of his wrist. Picking up the kit from the floor he was going to return it. Then her small voiced called for him to stop moving. His eyes were on her again standing above her from her place on the couch. His jaw set tightly as she whispered those words to him. Something in the broken way they came out opened an unrelenting pit in his stomach. It only worsened as she begged for him. His chest grew tight and the saliva he swallowed began to ball in his throat making words unmovable. That solemn stoic look adorned his face as he looked down at her contemplating.

Without answering he turned from her and walked through the cabin to place the kit back in the bathroom’s cabinet. Something was eating Joel from the inside out. For a moment he stay crouched on the ground by the cabinet. Since their first meeting Joel had always had a growing fascination for this woman. She was independent keeping a whole cabin fully functional by herself. She was clever with the way they traded always negotiating in a way that annoyed Joel to no ends. While he knew nothing of this woman outside of the brief interactions they had he could not stop his mind from wandering. So much so he had followed her home from a trade one afternoon, stalking like a shadow. This is when he found her cabin and soon the wood around it would become very familiar to him.

He was infatuated, thoughts of her berating his mind as he lie awake into the early hours of the next morning. This feeling he had for her he had convinced himself was nothing more then an obsession. She was so mysterious and it intrigued him. It was only now that she had asked him to stay that he began to toy with the idea of another feeling coming to surface. This feeling was sacred, something set aside for only a very few pool of people who had long been lost. The ache in his chest at the realization of this feeling weighed heavily. He closed the cabinet and returned to the living space. Looking at her he continued to draw out his silence wondering if staying would cross a boundary he had spent so much time putting up for himself.

Exhaling deeply through his nose he nodded quickly beginning to remove his heavy winter coat. “Alright… I’ll stay. Only for the night.” he moved to the kitchen table resting the jacket on the back of the chair.

Joel stayed knelt before her working hastily to clean her and patch her the best he could. He did not shake this time as he usually would from the nerves. For some reason, these small actions sent a wave of calmness through him as if taking care of her was something his subconscious needed. As he finished his handy work he looked over her face assessing what he had done, making sure he hadn’t missed a single spot. Then once he was pleased with it he began to pack the box back up, reorganizing it ever so slightly.

He started to pull away but before he could lift himself back to his feet her frail small hand wrapped around his wrist. His body went ridged at the touch. His face hardened from the softness of her touch. Though he knew she only meant well by it, it had been a long time since someone had held onto him in that manner. His eyes slowly lifted to meet hers, his body still under her hold as she began to speak. Her broken voice made his chest clench as a lump began to form in his throat. He was never very good at handling tears.

Slowly his eyes traveled from her eyes to her hand then back again before his stiff posture softened. He shook his head slightly pulling his hand away from her, it took a lot as everything in him wanted to reach out and hold her for comfort. They did not have that type of relationship so he refrained from doing so. “Don’t mention it…” he said quietly his eyes still on her.

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The boy nodded his head in response to her question. “Yeah, that’s it!” he said his tone a bit brighter. For some odd reason he found comfort in his last name stumping her. For a long time he felt as though his name was not his own, pieces of him at been lost upon being plucked from the bowl of names. But for just a brief moment there was a stillness inside of when his name rolled off her tongue and dance in his head. As his eyes took in the woman who stood before him a wave of relief washed over him. He would not being going against her in this game and that thought alone put him at ease.

“You won last year right? I remember the beginning of it… you fought really well I hope to be as brave as you were.” his voice did not falter from his bright tone. In fact he felt somewhat honored that she was speaking with him and the way she looked at him did not make him feel so small. Haymitch shuffled in soon after he had said something to her, clapping him slightly on the shoulder. “Peeta they are about to start. Now I want the two of you to look less scared okay? This is the first chance our sponsors are going to see you.” his voice directed at the boy and the stoic looking girl who stood opposite of him.

It was then that his eye caught the figure of Violet. He stood up a bit more straight giving her a soft smile. “Violet, I see you’ve met Peeta. This is Katniss. Peeta as I’m sure you know she is last years victor. She mentors District 5’s tribute. You look well.”

Violet Lovelace, the victor of the 73rd Hunger Games, made her way down to the bottom level of the Remake Center, where the chariots for the Tributes’ Parade were lined up. Her female tribute, Finch Crossly, more commonly referred to as Foxface, was already there, donning a silvery dress that did her no justice whatsoever. Said dress was deeply disappointing, because Finch was intelligent beyond her years and intelligence . . . that could get a tribute far in the Games. Sponsors would get her even further, though, and that dress would not draw them in. A flare of vexation rose beneath her skin at that, prompting her to take a walk, to pace the length of the bottom floor in an attempt to calm herself. Her vexation did not fizzle out, instead growing and festering . . . until she laid eyes upon a boy donning a charcoal black bodysuit. At first glance, it looked to be nothing special, but looks could be deceiving. “Oh, hello,” she greeted, looking upon Peeta Mellark for the first time. “Portia’s your stylist, right? I hope you can handle heat.”

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Role play starter for Steve Harrington x Original Character

Steve “The Hair” Harrington had been the king of Hawkins High since he was a freshman. He had earned that title for his inexcusable teenage boy behavior. Then there were a couple of new kids who moved in over the summer. Steve hadn’t out much thought into said kids until the very first day of his senior year. Billy Hargrove stood three inches taller then him with sunkissed skin. He was broader and had more muscle definition then he himself did. The girls wasted no time in swooning over the boy and the attention slipped through Steve’s fingers like sand.

All his high school mind had ever cared about dissipated before he had the chance to intervene. Soon Billy was anywhere and all anyone could talk about. He was invading every aspect of his life, except that of Elizabeth Thompson. The two had become friends very early on in high school and while his other friends always badgered him about it he never let their relationship falter. He told her everything even the problems he had with Nancy and she was there for the big break up. She had his back through everything and he had hers.

Basketball practice had been grueling that day. Billy was now captain of the team and had been drilling Steve as hard as he could all day. Pushing him beyond his limits and even pressing more salt into the wound while in the showers. Steve always met up with Elizabeth after practice and today would be no different. His hair was still damp as he walked out of the school rubbing his eyes from exhaustion. It was only when he round the corner that he saw them. A ringing formed in his ears and his feet halted in place. Billy was leant against the wall smoking a cigarette and talking with Elizabeth.

Everything in him wanted to jump out at the other like a wild animal, but his feet were glued to the ground.

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Joel stayed knelt before her working hastily to clean her and patch her the best he could. He did not shake this time as he usually would from the nerves. For some reason, these small actions sent a wave of calmness through him as if taking care of her was something his subconscious needed. As he finished his handy work he looked over her face assessing what he had done, making sure he hadn’t missed a single spot. Then once he was pleased with it he began to pack the box back up, reorganizing it ever so slightly.

He started to pull away but before he could lift himself back to his feet her frail small hand wrapped around his wrist. His body went ridged at the touch. His face hardened from the softness of her touch. Though he knew she only meant well by it, it had been a long time since someone had held onto him in that manner. His eyes slowly lifted to meet hers, his body still under her hold as she began to speak. Her broken voice made his chest clench as a lump began to form in his throat. He was never very good at handling tears.

Slowly his eyes traveled from her eyes to her hand then back again before his stiff posture softened. He shook his head slightly pulling his hand away from her, it took a lot as everything in him wanted to reach out and hold her for comfort. They did not have that type of relationship so he refrained from doing so. “Don’t mention it…” he said quietly his eyes still on her.

As he was given directions for the kit he gave her a quick nod. Walking through the cabin his eye didn’t dare to stray from his line of sight. Opening the door he looked around ducking to get into the cabinet beside the toilet. He found some washcloths a long side of the kit pulling them out as well. Joel ran the dry cloths under some warm water wringing them out before returning to her on the couch.

Kneeling in front of her he moved in close laying eyes on the wound. The deep crease between his eyebrows softened as he let the warm washcloth wipe away the blood down her neck and face. His eyes stayed locked on the work at hand trying to get as much of the drying caked blood off her frail face.

After getting most of it cleaned away he looked at the gash before finally looking at her eyes. “Not deep enough for stitches. Got lucky,” he said in an almost whisper watching the way her body wavered to stay still. Wasting no time he dug through the first aid kit and pulled out some ointment and gauze.

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